[Produced by Left Brain]

[Verse 1]

My fire scorching, it's red

People raining on my name, can't change a scorpion's prayers

Niggas tryna' sue a younging at an unfornuate bread

Told my son that I'ma kill till every portion is dead

I mean that, back when I was his age, my momma would tote the switchblade

Cause out in Trenton, niggas wasn't bitch made

When I grow up, I'ma get paid and treat everyday like it's a big day

And have all these hootchies ride my dick, like a big wave

Smoke till my mind gone

Some where else, in a different time zone

HB baby, he gon' get his shine on

Worry about what I'm on, nigga what are you on?

Food 4 Less and coupons greyer than the news, uh

You hating on the truth, uh

My minds gone, the roofs gone

Tahoe and the coupe

How about 80, what it do? uh

I'm hot like when your food come

Me and music having two sums

On the cool drums, cruising through slums

Windows crack cause I blew one

My flame is torched and it's blue

I'm going to the source of course to get my Pepé Le Pew

All these niggas talk like hoes, don't wanna step and dispute

Cause my presence bulletproof and we destined to shoot, rahh

[Hook]

I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

Nigga, I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

Bitch, I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

Little homie, I do it to the fullest

I do it to the fullest

[Verse 2]

I'm practicing on my bass guitar

And tucking Mary Jane to sleep in a Cuban cigar

My niggas talk when there is beef, man, I put that on God

Rest in peace, I hold my piece

Between the sheets like Isla

She come with more than one freak, I'm all about variety

Moving silently, quietly, hybridly, no dividing me

If I go, I'm going violently, rioting fragrant firing

I'm the nigga for the job you should be hiring

Got a good heart corrupted mind that needs some rewiring

But I do my deeds when needs are met which makes me inspiring

Niggas deals fucked up mad at us, you shouldn't have signed no contract

While I'm on tour running wild in Australia like a wombat

Golf Wang tom cat, said you dropping bombs

Well motherfucker, where your bombs at?

I blow, where your time map?

And record it on the time lapse

'X' marks spot, nigga, Imma find that, you better recline back

And take a chill pill this the motherfucking climax

Word to real is steel, turning tables getting highjacked

These niggas know the deal and you hiding behind the blind fact

[Hook]

[Outro]

Look out for me lil homie